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Ruth Deutschmann

Benjamin Epp

Marling

2008-05-06

Sylvia Manning - Baumgartner

Nicole D´Incecco

1921

A train full of blackshirts came up from Verona. Even though fascism was not official yet, it was already like that. And they interfered with the parade at the first trade fair in Bozen. Bozen has been a commercial centre for ages, and there have always been fairs and markets like St. Georges's market. Anyway, Bozen was a commercial centre and held trade fairs. The first one after the war was in 1921. As was the custom there was a parade with marching bands and traditional costumes and so on. My father was there with his marching band, toward the end of the parade. Hansl pulled or pushed the drum while my father hit it. Behind them was the band from St. Waldburg in Ulten. So, the blackshirts went on a rampage and ripped the red eagle from the facade of a tavern. They knocked the hats off people's heads and also shot around, I don't know what with. Forty people were injured - forty - on that one day. My father wanted to get Hansl out of the thick of it. They broke up the parade. Everything was in confusion. My father simply wanted to get Hansl to safety. I don't know if he knew Stillendorf manor but anyway he ran up Rauschertor lane. And the fascists followed him, knocked the hat off Hansl's head. He ran up the lane. At the end of the Rauschertor lane there is the Sacred Heart church on the left and after the Stillendorf manor. He entered the door and apparently leaned on it ? he was tired from running. They shot through the door and hit him in the lungs and then my father ran up another flight of stairs. At the top there is a large cross, that's still there today. I've been there a few times and have also spoken to the woman who lives there. So he collapsed there and soon a priest was with him. It was probably a Franciscan monk, the Franciscans are close by. And so he died. He was laid out in Bozen and then carried from one village to the next. Clergymen and marching bands accompanied him, and people from the next village would come to escort him onwards. This was done until they reached Marling. In Marling there was a student of his who was clairvoyant. On the day my father died he went to his mother and told her: "Teacher is lying in the school room, he has died" "She answered: "What, teacher died? Teacher hasn't died!" "Most certainly, he's lying in the schoolroom over there! He is dead!" He became a very famous clairvoyant, Francesco Waldner.